Scum


I went to church to praise the Lord
my Mom used to take me (there) in her old rusty Ford.
In school vacation we went up east,
had a good time and life was a feast.


There were so many things you had to say,
during ceremony I watched how you pray,
you spoke to the mourning about their deceased,
I attended babtisms 20 times at least.


I gave you my soul and you took my mind,
your brown eyes were always looking so kind,
but what I found was a white collar beast.
I trusted you, for I knew youŽre a priest.


You were my hero and I enjoyed to be with you,
until you made me do things I didŽnt want to do.
You used my love, just to get pleased
and for your relieve my body was seized.


My eyes crying for help and no chance to find
someone to tell what it leaves behind,
when you look for a friend and meet a white collar beast.
Let me tell you I trusted him, for I knew heŽs a priest.


You took my soul and I gave you my mind,
your brown eyes always looking so kind,
but what I found was a white collar beast.
And I trusted you, for I knew youŽre a priest.